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The Beard

I have been nurturing a bit of facial hair since the start of last September's two week road trip. After a little more than a month I am, according to my wife, beginning to look more and more like a cross between a Viking, Ernest Hemingway, and Robert E. Lee.

There is, however, one other late figure of note I think I'm beginning to show some degree of similarity to: Stanley Kubrick. In his later years Mr. Kubrick had a full rich beard and thinning hairline, much like me.

The only difference between him and I is, well, he's well known for cinematic masterpieces such as Sparticus, Dr. Strangelove, 2001, A Clockwork Orange, Barry Lyndon, The Shining, and Full Metal Jacket, to name but a few. All nominated and/or won Oscars, BAFTAs, and Golden Globes.

And I'm most certainly not.

What got me started thinking about Kubrick tonight were two science fiction movies, 2001 and Spielberg's film, A. I. Artificial Intelligence, a film Kubrick wanted to direct but never did, and instead collaborated a bit with Spielberg before Kubrick died. I was always fascinated by Kubrick's films, none more so than 2001 (and quite a bit by Dr. Strangelove, truth be told). When A. I. first came out I felt like I was watching a move co-directed by Kubrick's ghost.

I don't know where I'm going with this, so I suppose I should sign off.

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  1. Definitely a good one, Bill. A keeper.

    Just shaved mine yesterday - I was beginning to look more like a Taliban ;-)

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    1. Thank you. I let it grow because I got tired shaving. The irony of that is I now need to trade a shaver for a beard trimmer to keep my beard properly shaped.

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